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the platters, but no matter how much noise he generated, it could not drown out<br />
the party, this miserable idea of fun going on in his apartment.<br />
He looked out the kitchen window at the dumpster in the alley. Amongst<br />
all the chatter in the living room, he heard her break into a giggle. It wasn’t her<br />
normal laugh and he wondered if what was said was actually funny, or if was just<br />
her being kind with a hint of drunk.<br />
Next to the blue dumpster imagined the just-purchased chair. Then she<br />
materialized and was seated on it. She was trying to say something. He stopped<br />
washing the platters and turned off the water.<br />
At that moment, he could not hear the party in the next room. He turned around<br />
to see the moving shadows outside the kitchen entrance, but sound of rain hitting<br />
the windowpane returned his attention to the dumpster. She and the chair were<br />
both gone.<br />
Soon, the mop would be alone again, and so would he. He took another slug<br />
from the bottle and put away the platters.<br />
BARGAINS<br />
by MK Sukach<br />
The books you’ve labeled<br />
bargains I cradle<br />
up from the basement<br />
to card tables<br />
where you display them<br />
by color and height<br />
spine up<br />
between a ceramic teapot<br />
and the Rodin...<br />
a porcelain Thinker<br />
whose fist is missing<br />
from his chin.<br />
Devoured,<br />
perhaps, oh, ages ago—<br />
hence his pensive regret<br />
over being a right-hander.<br />
The answer to the question<br />
everyone asks<br />
is obvious,<br />
really...<br />
I mean,<br />
I never fell in love<br />
the way I imagined, either.<br />
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